Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Part 17

^^an inspiration board for what your outfit for the party is kinda like, but adapt it to your own body type and style and whatnot

"What are you gonna wear?" Gumball asked.

"I don't know...this?" I said, gesturing down to my jeans and t-shirt.

I had been at his house since school ended. My mom was at work all day, so she wasn't an issue. The school day had been uneventful. Marshall left me alone except for a few sarcastic remarks, which was good. My bruises still hurt like hell, but I was getting used to it.

He was staring at me like I was crazy. Oh great. "Oh no you aren't! You've got an amazing body and you ought to show it off. It's a party, you should have fun."

"I don't need to have fun. You know I only go to these for you."

He freezes and looks at me with a sad yet gentle expression. "And I hate that. I feel bad dragging you around with me sometimes. I thought that bringing you to these parties would be fun for both of us. But if you're really never going to even try to enjoy them, we shouldn't even go."

I shook my head. "No, I didn't mean that. We should still go. I do have fun. Kind of. It's fun to see other people having fun there, I guess."

He looks at me with a questioning expression. "That's what porn and movies are for. This is real life, (Y/N). You should be having fun."

"Okay! I'll really try to have fun this time! I promise. And I can't do anything about my clothes. This is all I brought with me."

Mischief creeps into his eyes and he grins. "Oh, I already have that taken care of. I've been planning this for a while now."

"What? Gumball!"

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I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. No way was I wearing this top. It was practically a bra. And you could see bruises. I immediately switched it out for my original shirt.

I was left in a pair of distressed shorts, fishnet tights, and combat boots. So...punk rock. I was surprised Gumball picked it out.

It really wasn't too bad. I just wished that the shorts weren't so short and that the stripper-esque tights weren't incorporated. But at least they covered my leg's bruise.

Overall, I actually looked...good.

I walked out and Gumball gasped. "Oh my glob, you look hot. Marshall isn't going to be able to keep his hands off you!"

At the mention of Marshall's name, my face heated and my eyes widened. "Marshall?! What does he have to do with anything?"

He gave me a look. "Honey. I'm not an idiot and you aren't either. That boy totally has thing for you, don't deny it. He's got a bad boy vibe so I gave you a bad girl vibe. It's perfect! I ship you guys so hard!" He squealed like a little girl.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. It's really just shorts and tights, it's not a big deal."

"Nuh-uh. I don't think I've ever seen you were short shorts. This is a big deal for me—as your personal stylist of course."